There's a million things I wish I could put down here.
Maybe a million and five.
I've given up rping, story writing..
helping out everyone I know.
I'm tired of being hurt.
I've always been so nice, so kind, I'm always so generous...
So why is it always me that gets hurt?
Treated like dirt?
I would give up poems if I could.
But it's the only way I can talk without stuttering.
You see this isn't even a poem
Just a long list of nothing.
God I'm so stupid
so untalented.
It's a wonder I still try,
why I don't cry.
Why I don't learn my lesson and go away.
But I still want to say
That even though I try
Causing me to die
inside, I'll probably end up dead.
Not from myself
suicide
But by the hands of those I help.
Homicide.
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Persephone Cosplayer
[ 𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖 / TOR ] - engaged
This is my face, I guess.
Tired.
People suck.
I don't dissociate enough for this s**t.
Where'd I go?
[ A galaxy far far away ]
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